By this time, it was already dark.

The sudden appearance of a group of ghosts made the group of people on the roof of the building frightened!

These dozen or so ghosts, both male and female, are all dressed up in the Qing Dynasty.

Moreover, after the ghost appeared, it immediately circled around everyone, grimacing and sneering gloomily.

The previous two little ghosts, also a man and a woman, looked like they were in their teens, and they were also dressed in the Qing Dynasty, dressed in brocade clothes, standing in the middle of the group of ghosts at the moment, clapping and grimacing, and seemed to be very excited!

Zhu Shuanglin's face turned pale, and he waved his hand and shouted: "Protect me...... Rush down! ”

The thief Taoist priest was even more nervous, holding the peachwood sword and gesturing, and the spell was not good.

However, the two little ghosts suddenly opened their mouths, spun around in a circle, and spewed out a cold mist, blowing towards everyone.

Plop plop!

After the cold fog, Zhu Shuanglin and the others sat on the ground one by one, staring, but couldn't move.

Including the thief and Taoist, they were also immobilized.

The two little ghosts didn't let go of Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue, and they also spewed out cold mist.

Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue could naturally withstand it, but they continued to act, sitting on the ground together, watching the follow-up methods of the little ghosts.

Zhu Shuanglin and others sat on the ground, unable to move their hands and feet, but they could speak, screaming one by one, begging one after another: "spare your life, spare your life......"

"Hee-hee...... Playful! The boy clapped his hands and laughed, and walked around in front of everyone excitedly, his ghost eyes blinked, and suddenly changed color, and said viciously: "Don't scream, whoever screams again, cut off his tongue!" ”

Zhu Shuanglin and the others immediately shut up and shut their mouths one by one.

The girl's little ghost had gloomy eyes, only staring at Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue.

Ye Zhiqiu also opened his eyes and looked at this group of ghosts.

Those old ghosts stood on the periphery, and seemed to be very respectful to the two little ghosts, or rather, the old ghosts seemed to be the little ghosts' subordinates.

Ye Zhiqiu was a little puzzled, why did the ancient children actually use ancient children to drive raw piles under the modern building?

Could it be that these two little ghosts were here hundreds of years ago?

While Ye Zhiqiu was guessing, the boy ghost also looked at Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue, and said to the little female ghost:

"Rouge, these two people are very strange and don't know where they came from. There may be some treasure on their bodies, otherwise, we would have pushed them down just now. ”

The little female ghost called Rouge nodded and said:

"It's very strange that they were standing under the beam just now, and we couldn't hold it down...... Seventh brother, I suspect that they are from the Daomen, deliberately pretending to be crazy and stupid, you go and search the bodies of these two people to see if there are any magic weapons. ”

The little male ghost called Seventh Brother sneered indifferently and said, "Even if they are Daomen disciples, they are so young, they don't have any great skills, Rouge doesn't have to be afraid." ”

Rouge snorted, turned back to the old ghost behind him, "Come here, search these two people." ”

The two old ghosts agreed, floated over, and were about to start searching.

"Slow down ......" suddenly screamed, and Tan Simei, Xu Zhaolin and other ghost boys appeared together.

"Help, beauty, help!" When Zhu Shuanglin saw Tan Simei, his eyes flashed!

Pity this guy, now I only hope that Tan Simei is a human being and can save them from trouble.

Tan Simei grinned and threw a wink at Zhu Shuanglin.

The two Qing Dynasty imps frowned, forced to look at Tan Simei and the other ghost boys, and said, "It's you old ghosts again, it's really ghostly!" ”

Bi Lian smiled: "This is a treasure of feng shui, of course we will not leave." You two little ghosts, let's get out of this place. ”

Rouge sneered: "If you want to occupy the magpie's nest, it depends on your ability!" ”

"Lao Tzu's ability is on me, I just don't want to bully you two little dolls!" Xu Zhaolin slowly raised his hand, and a big knife came out.

All of a sudden, the old ghosts of the other party floated over together, standing beside the two little ghosts.

The two sides are tense, and the big war is about to break out.

Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue sat on the ground and watched, without saying a word.

Tan Simei suddenly raised her hand: "Wait!" ”

Rouge glared: "What else are you going to say?" ”

Tan Simei grinned and said, "Why don't we have a competition...... There are just a dozen big people here, and we both take turns to play, use our own skills, play with these big people, and see who has a good time, okay? ”

Rouge was stunned, frowning and speechless.

The little ghost named Seventh Brother looked overjoyed and said, "That's a good idea, tell me, how do you want to play?" ”

Tan Simei's eyes swept around, pointed at Zhu Shuanglin, and said: "This big fat man is the most fun, I bet his heart is black." I have a way to dig out his heart, wash it in the water, and put it back in. ”

Zhu Shuanglin was excited, and begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face: "Auntie and grandma spare my life, I am old and young, please ...... Leave me alone! As long as you let me go, I promise you everything, and I can burn incense for you every day......"

Rouge glared suddenly, stopped Zhu Shuanglin's scream, pointed at Ye Zhiqiu, and said to Tan Simei: "I think this person is the most fun, do you have the ability to get out his soul?" ”

"Isn't that easy? Look at me! Tan Simei grinned, walked up to Ye Zhiqiu, leaned over, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what now?" ”

"Keep acting, wait for that monster to come, and catch them all." Ye Zhiqiu stared, his mouth did not move, but he had already passed on the words in his heart with his thoughts.

Tan Simei said before that there is not only a nest of ghosts here, but also a big demon.

Now that the ghosts have arrived, and the monsters have not yet appeared, Ye Zhiqiu has no choice but to wait.

The ghost boys were all sacrificed by Ye Zhiqiu himself, and he used his own blood, so they had a strong sense of each other.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't need to open his mouth, he could tell the ghost boy what he was thinking.

Tan Simei received Ye Zhiqiu's will, smiled, and suddenly the ghost swooped forward and got into Ye Zhiqiu's body.

Ye Zhiqiu was very cooperative, and immediately came out of his soul, and his soul floated in the air.

Xu Zhaolin reacted quickly, stretched out his hand, and held Ye Zhiqiu's soul.

Tan Simei grinned, got out again, and said to Rouge: "Look, this person's soul was brought out by me!" ”

Rouge breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "I thought this person was some kind of Taoist master, it seems that he is a white-faced scholar, and his soul is vulnerable!" ”

"How can there be so many masters?" Tan Simei walked towards Zhu Shuanglin and said, "I don't like this fat man, let's kill him first......"

"Wait, let's bet on this fat man!" Rouge stopped and said, "This fat man is sitting here and not moving, is there any way you can confuse him and let him walk to the edge of the rooftop by himself, fall down and die?" ”

Tan Simei thought about it, shook her head and said, "I can't, I can't do it." ”

"Okay, look at me!" With a smug look on his face, Rouge walked towards Zhu Shuanglin.

……

——I asked you for leave yesterday, saying that there have been a lot of things recently, and I can only maintain the diligent line of the website, two more times a day, 4,000 words.

Note that two shifts a day, or a diligent writer, is equivalent to the normal work of a working person from 9 to 5, but it doesn't work overtime.

And I said it, I'll make up for it later.

As a result, there are still several book friends in the book review area, and they exploded!

Well, my bad.

The writer can't get sick, can't take leave, can't have any unexpected circumstances that affect the update!

It should be updated on holidays and Chinese New Year's Eve nights......

If you are sick, you have to update, and if you sleep in the hospital, you have to update.

Even if it's dead and becomes a zombie, it's time to update, update, update!

In short, if the reader wants to read the book, you have to update!

But no one understands that my usual three shifts a day are overtime.

Many book friends say that you are too slow to update, and I say, I am updating too fast.

The website has big data analysis, more than ten years of experience in building a website, and creative statistics of writers across the country, according to which the diligence line of writers is delineated - 4,000 words a day, that is, diligent writers!

- At this point, everyone asks other authors, if it is false, the sky will thunder.

Since the Maoshan ghost caught the book, it has guaranteed three updates a day, and occasionally broke out, with an average of 7,000 words a day, is it slow?

It's almost twice as fast as the diligent line, and you're saying it's too slow.

There are also many "distinguished readers" who don't spend a penny, and they also come to the book review area, saying that I am too slow to update!

Okay, my bad, it's too slow.

The update is too slow, bow, bow, bow again, apologize and apologize, apologize and apologize, and apologize to all readers!

In seven months, I wrote 1.6 million words, a Dream of Red Mansions and a Water Margin.

This is indeed too slow.

After this book is written, maybe I will consider closing the pen.

Because I'm old and can't write anymore, I can't work overtime and stay up late every day to write, I want to live a few more years and bring my children to adulthood.

I have long had the idea of sealing the pen, and today I saw Cui Genghe in the book review area, and I thought about it more, especially when I saw Cui Genghe in the book review area.

I can't wait to summarize the ending of Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue in one sentence, and then tell everyone that the whole book is over.

I woke up in pain last night, and the index fingers of both hands were in the same pain as pinprick because of the problem of long-term typing.

I was late to the computer, and I didn't type the fingering correctly, so I relied on the index fingers of both hands, commonly known as two-finger Zen.

Cervical spondylosis, frozen shoulder, all go hand in hand.

Every writer who has been writing for a long time has these occupational diseases, and I am not the only one.

Moreover, in the past six months, I have often had symptoms of angina.

I didn't have time to go to the hospital for cardiovascular and heart rate checks, but I searched for symptoms on the Internet and bought fast-acting heart-saving pills, which I always have at home.

Physical discomfort, I rarely say it, I don't want to be scolded by some readers for being hypocritical - as long as I can't write to death, I will write to death, just a writer, who gave you the qualifications to be hypocritical? What do you care about Uncle Reader when you die? Uncles change a book, read the same, and pass the time the same.

But today, I seem to have become a chattering sister-in-law, alas......

On Chinese New Year's Eve, I sent a rain of red packets, and in the readership, round after round of red packet bombardment lasted for an hour.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, I sent a lot of red envelopes, and many book friends received them.

I ask everyone to read and read books on QQ, support Nianxiang, and bear a little bit of the author's electricity bill and broken keyboard money.

However, I found that the book review section is full of people who don't pay back for nothing.

I found that half, or even more than half of the book friends, were reluctant to shell out a dime to buy a chapter.

I often think that the most difficult profession in the world is probably a writer in my country.

Copyright protection is just an empty word.

Readers choose genuine or pirated copies with a complete conscience.

At this time the year before last, I said that in the eighteen layers of hell, there is a code word prison, which can be written every day, month by month, year by year, for 108,000 years, before you can be reincarnated......

At this time last year, I also took a leave of absence (originally three chapters, two chapters on the same day) to go back to the countryside to visit my seventy-year-old mother, who I hadn't seen for two months, and then, the book review area exploded again.

There was a lot of scolding.

After I came back, with tears in my eyes, I sent a message in the space: "The summer of the cold dead."

Thank you for the book friends who have not allowed me to take a vacation, continue to be on Cui, and even scolded me in the past two days.

Yes, that chill came again, and I saved money on the air conditioner.

There is a great god author's pen testimonial, saying, I used to call readers, and the opening was brother and sister. But later, I found out that it was not, it was me who was self-inflicted. If there are no readers, they treat you as brothers and sisters, as long as they read books, and if they don't have books, they will scold their mothers, and they will Cao Nima...... Even if someone dies in your family, you have to update it, otherwise Uncle Reader will continue to Cao Nima......

For my mother, I don't want her to live a long life.

I only hope that when my mother died, it was a gap when I didn't write books.

Otherwise, at the same time as I hold a funeral for her old man, there will be a reader who will greet her old man viciously because of my interruption or reduction.

The old mother is not guilty.

……

The above nonsense, 1600 words, is a huge waste of eight cents for genuine readers.

You can go to the website and report it.

This is a money scam and is not allowed.

If the report is successful and the book is sealed, I will be relieved, and I don't have to be changed every day.

Thank you.

How tomorrow's update will be arranged, I don't know.

Maybe it will be updated, maybe it will be interrupted for a few days.

It is a miracle that a book is serialized every day from release to completion, and it is constantly updated.

Maybe I have the ability to create this miracle.

However, suddenly I lost this heart and energy......

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Mobile version reading URL: m.